Mental Murder; c.h

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"The reception looks so nice!" Meredith's mother gushed as she talked to the reception lady. Meredith sat in the waiting area, her long brown hair covering her face-hardly brushed- and she picked her long nails. She didn't mind that her mother was leaving her here. Just dumping her off. Honestly, the sin inside of her had an urge to explore what lurks within the Sainsbury Mental Asylum/Institution. Yet, the hint of 'angel' was scared and lost. 

"It's just been renovated!" The lady smiled and tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. Meredith rolled her eyes and leaned over to look through the building. The walls looked rotten on the inside as paint chipped off the edges. Meredith's mother and the receptionists talked forever and, finally, her mother was about to leave. 

"I'm so sorry Meredith." her mother began to cry, "It's for the best." Meredith looked at her mother blankly and frowned. Her mother pulled her into a tight hug, taking her off guard. She pulled away from her mother and walked into the building, ignoring her mother's sobs. 

"Welcome to Sainsbury." Meredith's head snapped to look at the middle aged lady smiling at her. She was dressed in black and white mainly. Her red lipstick was chapped on her lips and her hair was in bun, the grey hairs visible. She held out her long, wrinkly arm for Meredith to shake. Meredith took a step back. "I've been assigned to show you around, hun. Now shake my hand." 

Meredith's skinny, pale arm reached out, shaking the ladies hand. The lady gave her a warm, yet disgusted, smile. "Anastasia." the lady said, indicating what her name was. She waited for Meredith to answer.

"Meredith." Meredith spat and let go of the ladies hand, walking in front of her.

***

Anastasia showed Meredith around and gave her a new 'uniform'. It was practically a grey rag. Meredith wasn't surprised when she saw the reception was the only part of the building that was renovated, the Sainsbury Mental Asylum was different. Meredith sat in her cell on her really uncomfortable bed. Anastasia left her to get some rest or go to the main hall. She sat and looked at her wall, her eyes squinted at the small crack. Something poked out of it, and it was moving.

She walked to the wall, touching the crack. Her hand snapped back as the thing in the wall moved. She began to realise it wasn't a crack, it was paint peeling. She pulled the paint off slowly and frowned at the brown mould on the wall. The object moving was none other than a moth. She scrunched her eyebrows together as the moth flew around her room and through her cell door. 

***

"Welcome to therapy!" A man spoke as all the people sat in a circle. Meredith didn't know why she was in here, Anastasia just threw her in. She looked at her feet and kicked the ground. She hardly knew anyone, she studied how people looked but knew nobody. She saw a young girl in the cafeteria go crazy and bite one of the guards and she knew she didn't want to be her friend. "My name is Doctor Marshall, but you can call me Dave." 

Everyone stayed silent. Meredith looked up and straight in front of her to see a tan boy with raven hair across from her in the circle. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed on his chest, and gave her a sly smile. She rolled her eyes and listened to Doctor Marshall, or Dave.

"We have a new patient." Dave clapped his hands together and Meredith's breathing hitched. "Meredith, please stand." How did he know her name? She didn't know. Instead, she stood up slowly.